Raw fish

if they leave their wireless connection wide open, you might as well use it... its not stealing at that point, its like an invitation... ive gone out driving around with my laptop just to find open connections, its good times

i assure you it was much worse than that... ask old growth...

Ive been listening to the moody blues for AT LEAST 20 years now...

yeah, she had a hot ass, and she was fucking dynamite in bed... she just sucked at being a friend

oh, shes cut off at this point, its done.... just wanted to tell the story, and yes thats the short version... i could have spent days talking about all the times i drove 2 hours in the middle of the night to bring her soup and crackers because she wasnt feeling good, only so i could sleep like shit for 4 hours and turn around to come back and go to work....

Ill try to keep it short, I tend to ramble on and on, and it usually takes me a long time to get to my point... my version of the short story, imput is welcome. The background: I met this girl in the fall of 2004, the where why how isnt important, but she seemed real into me at the time. First time I meet her, she comes over to hang out while me and a couple of guys are drinking. Its a good time hanging out on the porch drinking beer and whatever... she goes inside to grab more beer, we talk about her while shes gone, the common thought with the guys is that shes pretty hot and has an amazing ass... so the guys break off, go home, do their thing and its me and the girl. So, I decide to go have some fun (her and I had talked online for at least a month before this). I think its a really good idea to go explore this abandoned building... we go, she drives, its fun as hell (oh, ive been there before, its chill, not dangerous, but one hell of a first date). We hang out a few more times, 3 maybe and end up sleeping with each other... not that this has never happened before, but this beat every other girl ever... the downside? shes moving to another state in a few months, plans are already set... so we start this relationship anyway, knowing that both of us think we dont really want to do it but cant resist each other. The actual "we are together" relationship lasts maybe 3 months, we break up, I get wasted, cut my hair off with a knife, we get back together, we break up again, we get back together again... right, the short part.... 2004-2006 back and forth we go, never together, but we keep falling into this thing, this connection, this "togetherness"... its on and off forever... either we dont talk or we call each other every night... shes 2 hours away and wants to move back home, cant wait for her lease to be over... she doesnt want to go back to her parents house, but wants to come back to her, so I tell her she can have my extra bedroom... she starts slowly bringing stuff to my house, starts out staying in my room, eventually gets a uhaul and brings all of her stuff to my house... here is where things get tough... she has too much shit... should we have two seperate bedrooms or should we have one room as our bedroom and have the rest of our stuff in another room? we decide on having a shared bedroom.. so, now its OUR bedroom, OUR bed... funny, we arent together, we arent a couple... no commitment. damn it, this was supposed to be short... one night, my landlady has a party as she does every year, the girl isnt feeling well, and I promise her im only going to go to the party for a little bit, then i will be in to take care of her and go to bed early... somehow I ended up staying at the party drinking until runrise. When I finally walk in the house at whatever time it is, shes packing and taking stuff to her car - LEAVING (oh, after she moved in with me, she had no job, no income, no money, so im paying rent for two) ok, maybe i fucked up, maybe I shouldnt have stayed out all night drinking... but the other things that i wont get long winded about and explain in detail, i drove 2 hours in the middle of the night multiple times to go see her and bring her flowers or whatever just because she had a bad day... everytime something went wrong for her, i dropped my entire life to take care of her, any stupid thing to make her feel better.... anyway... she leaves, again we are on the not talking plan, at least until something big happens... i forget all the details, but its on and off forever... back and forth... FEB 2006 we are back on good terms, things are looking up, we act sorta like we are together, we talk on the phone every night that she isnt sleeping here, we hang out together on our lunch breaks, still sleeping with each other, all of that... valentines day is coming... now what? Im in a non-relationship... damned if I do, damned if I dont... gotta do something for this girl.... I get a brilliant idea on the friday before valentines day... instead of the typical take her out to eat buy chocolates and whatever, I decide, hey, im creative and thoughtful, ill MAKE her a teddy bear... i go to the fabric store, i get super soft and cuddly fabric, steal my landladys sewing machine and spend the ENTIRE weekend working on this thing... I havent used a sewing machine in at least 12 years... I finish the bear and decide that I need to make little tiny stuffed hearts too... I do about 8 or 10 of those, put the bear and the hearts in a box and wait until tuesday to give it to her... we havent had sex in at least two weeks at this point, shes always tired, or doesnt feel good or whatever, and im ok with that, its cool.... but i figure the bear it a surefire lay... guess what? nope..... she loves the bear, its kinda funny looking but cute, she laughs, we cuddle, and go to sleep.... then, the kicker... she hardly calls for the rest of the week, makes no plans ot see me... saturday night rolls around, and I finally call her and ask whats up... her answer, her heart isnt in it... great, all my effort just to get used when she needs me... keeping it short, her and I arent even friends now, shes not willing to hammer out the differences that have kept us apart in the past... I guess this is finally the end, i cant keep doing this... all my effort for nothing? I could have been doing anything else... I could have been painting....

thanks ABC, now i have to listen to the moody blues all night... (thought I was the only person in the world that liked them - besides my parents generation that is...)

i got a lovely aim virus that I cant seem to get rid of... any suggestions? i got an im from a family member the other day saying "should i post these pictures of us on myspace or facebook" with a link.... didnt realize it was a virus until i got the same exact message from a few other people... shitty

bump for one of my very first panels (rip my old name)

cekone and I have the same guitar

I have a handful from the 20's and 30's... I havent seen them on any active lines, but I find them time to time on old dead lines... check ebay, they come up for sale from time to time

amen joker, amen. you said everything I was trying to say and couldnt find the words for....

I post comments very infrequently... I suppose I should thank those of you who have been speaking/posting lately for inspiring me to contribute to what has been an enlightening conversation. At some point in the future, when I am confident enough with my own work, Ill post some flicks...

I dont know if part or all of that is in response to what I said, but I think the point I was trying to make was lost either way... to put it into the simplest terms I can, abstract expressionism LOOKS easy, and it looks like any idiot can do it. However, to do it right, and to really end up with something good, that takes time and talent and understanding. Ill be the first to say it, I suck at it. 9 times out of 10 I end up with total crap. At this point, Im not entirely concerned with the final outcome, Im much more interested in the learning process. I put my everything into every canvas, and strugle with each one every step of the way. Most of the time Im not happy with the final outcome, but when its all said and done, I know that I learned something and I can apply it to the next one. Ill say it again, the easiest moves are the hardest to master.

p.s. seeking, I dont know if you've had the chance to see a rothko painting in person, but seeing one changes everything... I cant speak from experience on this, but ill try to relate with a story... when I first was exposed to his work, it was tiny pictures in a book... yeah, boxes, great... whatever... eventually I started to like it more and more... then, I happened to see a half size print... it blew my mind... unreal... yeah, it was just a couple of boxes of color, but it kept my attention for at least half an hour... ive been trying to hunt down real life paintings so I can see one up close and personal, im sure I could look at one for several hours and still feel like i hadnt seen it all... after much research and reading, apparently rothkos intent with his work was to have it be huge and somewhat imposing... they are also supposed to be viewed in low light situations... I doubt that makes any sense at all, I feel like im rambling...

abstract expressionism is far from a beaten horse... and what seeking is doing is very very far from a rothko bite... I have to disagree with that style, that genre being an easy way out... its probably one of the hardest styles to do right... people can look at it and say "hey, that shit is really simple, any idiot can do that"... however, that is far from the case... to pull of that style and to really do it right, there are a lot of things you need to know and understand... im far from an expert on this, and im only adding my comments to hopefully inspire further conversation on the subject... im also going to disagree with that style being not relevent today... I think its the exact opposite... I understand the importance and the reaction at the beginning of that movement, and how it shook up the art world, and I will agree that its no longer having the same effect in that way... however, the study and experimentation with that style, with color field and with abstract expresionism will never go out of style and it will never be unimportant to sum it all up, and to quote words someone once said to me, its like kung fu, the simplest moves are the hardest to master. I don't pass it off as a Rothko bite, but I feel that 'Abstract Expressionism' is a beaten horse that should have died in the late 70's. It's an easy way out for a lot of artists today. Like splattering spray paint or making drips. I have to say that color field painters like Rothko, Barnett Newman and William Turnbull had some amazing works, so did Pollock and his contemporaries, but I think what they did was reactionary for it's time, but it isn't relevant for today. As for your 2 paintings, why were they made? What inspired them? Why are they relevant? Quoted post [/b]

seeks... definately planning on looking further into it, I just did the google search real quick out of curiosity this morning... a mutual friend of ours got me interested in mark rothko a few years ago, and I totally fell in love with his stuff... I know exactly what you mean about feeling like a biter... the struggle now is how do I take inspiration and turn it into something new, something that doesnt seem so much like a bite...

seeking, i just did a quick google search on barnett newman... I cant believe that I didnt know about this guy before... fantastic stuff.. and exactly the inspiration I need to get myself out of the rut im currently in...

Can I be the first to say that that is fucking fresh? Thats how splatters should be done.

bout time this kid got a thread nice stuff, and a great guy to paint with too

crow, I will get the marks off of those cars for you, they roll near me... Ive actually been meaning to ask you about them... I know they go out your way, trying to find out what they are doing between here and there....